| Poetry People| Poetry Site| #1| #2| #3| #4| #5| Forum| Webring| HOME In Memory Of Don When Don left here he shed so many tears. But god knew it was time for him to go and he begged please ''no'' It grew dark ,it grew cold and he knew he had to be bold So he followed God to the golden road. to a place so beautiful only a story in a dream could've told. ~ Jessica In memory of don and his tragic heart attack on January 30 2001 1935-2001 Old Father Old Father folds himself into the corner of a doorway. His cardboard is new, hasn't yet begun to carry the soak of his sweat, or the brine of his old urine. It's a beauty, the box, and he guards it with a ferocity shown mostly by those who own nothing but what they carry. Old Father sits like a monk, quiet and contemplating. His gimme hat is a dirt-grimed halo The blanket of his beard gives a sense of warmth against nights too feral and bitter for a man of 70yrs to enjoy. His breath sketches whiskey pictures onto the air. Like fog, they drift away. Sleep well, old father...on your cardboard mat, on the cement of that doorway, where dreams are shadows that become ice-rimed memories. Sherry Asbury Homeless pulling her cardboard with a filthy, ragged string, she searches. no corner is her own. there is nowhere she belongs. sometimes the cardboard catches a breeze and sails up to smack the back of her legs. but life has smacked her so many times, she doesn't notice any more. there is little hope for a clean place, but dry sure would be nice. her bones sing in the night air, a chorus of hungry wolves. the cough in her chest is thick with illness, her feet are crippled stubs. she can't remember if she is very old, or young as a chick. she wanders, sure of this... she is cold and hungry and has no place to rest her head. Sherry Asbury Reveal the Cross Lord, help to pray through the Holy Spirit, so that I may come face to face with the cross and feel that forgiving, amazing grace. Remove whatever hinderance, I may have--for in the stormy sea of life, I'm often tossed. Help me to commit myself to thee, whose precious blood was shed for me. Conquer the host of darkness and claim thy victory! Reveal the cross and give me sight of Mount Calvary. Pierce my heart, so I amy receive thee. Reveal the cross--Thy blood has purchased me. Reveal the cross, enable me to see the dying saviour, that the sight of his death will bring me to my knees. Reveal the cross--reveal the cross-- reveal the cross-- to me... Darlene Quarles Days of Loneliness The color scheme of the sky, When the sun rises, Birds chirp with sounds of a new day, I open my eyes to loneliness, Slowly closing my eyes again, Wishing my reality was a dream, But knowing that once I wake, This new day is an exact of the one before, My left foot then my right, Fall to the ground, Pushing the rest of me up, I stand to face the grim of time passing, Running water wets my face, Eyes closed from the heat, I can picture my life, As if I were someone new, Someone not alone, Disguising myself, Believing no one will notice, The intensity of my solitude, Foundation then eyeliner, Mascara, the Lipstick too, Help transform my new character, My false persona for the day, Mesmerized by what I portray, Confident and desirable, Outgoing and genuine, Knowing deep down inside, No such qualities exist, Forcing a smile glued on my face, Thoughts of the future, Make it almost impossible, Holding tight to the deception, Never faltering for a minute, Afraid to let go, Of the string that holds this puppet, Emptiness chokes me as the day nears end, Where my truth can finally be displayed, I face the loneliness once again The darkness in the sky, The quiet air that surrounds me, Force me to close my eyes, I escape my loneliness that is suffocating, I become numb, as I lie alone, Only to wake, To the beautiful color scheme of a new day, And… A new character! by anonymous poet Lessons Of Life Drink a cup of sunshine and put on a smile With the wind in your hair, live like a child There are things in life we must remember to do Love, and to laugh, and to say "thankyou" Life is a balence of night and day We all need to work, but we still need our play By An Internet Poet Peace Peace is good to have, Any time day or night, But please tell me who, Tries to make peace with all their might? I travel to distant places, To see if I can discover, And maybe see peace's different faces. Anonymous Poet Hero War paint Clotted deep in the pores of my skin I am marching past filthy porches with my shoes worn thin I can't dance tonight, I can't find the voice to scream My soul dance deep pushing, at my seems like, I am holding my face so tight. No I can cry tonight, I can't do this right my arms are too weaK I CAN HEAR THEM break armies away. The Dance the leaves fall like snowflakes or feathers slowly sailing downward from the heights of the tree landing ever so softlly upon the rain soaked earth then suddenly befor my eyes they begin to dance the most beautiful dance you could ever see. flipping and spinning turning and tossing and falling to the ground once more the colors are magnificent they glow raidentlly in the light of the sun the breeze returns again they dance like never befor I have seen and then they disappear leaving me with only a memory of the most beautiful dance by Amber Nold My Life my life is like a rose in that i start underground and work my way up ...i fight for my water and sun shine. just to get to the thorns which hurt. to escape the pain i work through and around to reach a leaf or two.then i must go again back to thorns to reach a new height a new leaf. where then i rest but soon start again on my journey through life. working through and around the thorns and pain for each new height. all along the way i hope and pray i will some day reach my destination of petals peace and butterflies by internet poet My Best Friend Ever,Morgan This is about childhood and dreams. This is mainly about Morgan, my best friend, who has helped me through hard times. She made me laugh when I was mad or when I was sad about something that had happened at school or somewhere else. She makes me feel better inside, like she was a puzzle piece to my heart and life. Elizabeth, age 9 Moving On it'll be a sunny day on venus before i move agin.i've kicked off my shoes an laid down my tools.an i ain't movin' for nobody except for me.i'll pick up my bags an' grab up my shoes when the time is rite then i'll be outta' sight.so please don't show no sorrow i'll be writtin' tomorrow.and baby please no tears for you should have no fears. this surly isn't the last good bye. by internet poet As I sit Waiting As I sit waiting My heart collects dust I’m preparing for love Not unrequited lust I stand motionless In a fog of discontent Through the mist he Appears quite intent To hand me a rose Bloodier than red “No thanks, I’m waiting for love to smack me on the head.” The next day he arrives The haze has lifted some He takes a step backwards And beckons me to come I shake my head no and Refuse his velvet cake “No thanks, I’m waiting for love to pinch me awake.” I start to get lonely Consider setting for less Maybe there is no such thing I must confess And still the next day he comes I can see him crystal clear “Let me make you happy, I’m your slave, my dear. I’ll worship you forever.” Earnestly, he stands “No thanks, I’m waiting for love to take me by the hand.” So he reaches out his And slips it in mine The fog is completely gone And I realize I was blind Why did I look too hard? And refuse to see The plain simple truth Love was right in front of me by heather Dear Daddy, I remember when I was young, you taught me how to pray,and that's all that's getting me through these last days. It's been a year now since God took you home to stay. I love and miss you more than I can say. You know Mama still cries at the mention of your name.Her life without you is not the same. Those ole memories of my weary past, haunt me still. Like the time you beckoned for me to stop and talk to, but I thought then I had better things to do. Oh, How I wish I could recall that day and I still wonder what it was you had to say. But I' m going to see you again, some sweet day and I'll thank you for teaching me how to pray. Darlene Quarles Life's Clock Life's clock is wound but once, and no man hath the power to know where the hands will stop at late or early hour. To lose one's wealth is sad indeed, To lose one's health is more, To lose one's soul is such a loss that no man can restore. Today only is our own, so live, love and toil with a will. Place no faith in tommorrow for the clock may soon be still. NO MAN KNOWTH THE HOUR. REVELATION 1994 Darlene Quarles Dear Heavenly Father Please look down on me.. I've walked along an alien path with eyes that would not see. I raged and crused and fought against an unseen enemy, pain and fear, sorrow and tears have all followed me down this ole road, So please help me, Jesus, I can't carry this heavy load. Through the darkness give me light to see- and from the chains of sin set this captive free. Thank you Jesus for your unseen hand and be listening for me. Jesus-- I'll be back again. Darlene Quarles Judgement Day I've always been somewhat of a restless soul, I never listened to what I was told. I ran wild to let the demons inside me, free the devil paints a pretty picture for those to see. I had to have what the world could offer. For the wrong I've done, they should cruxify me. I was brought up by one of God's chosen men, but I let him down. I've lived a life of sin. My loved one teachings could not change my destructive ways. I will give account for my life on Judgement Day. I cannot undo the things I've put your through, but never once did I stop loving you. You cried tears of worry, I forgot to wipe away. Those precious tears will be of blood on that great Judgement Day. 1984 Darlene Quarles Master's Plan Death bells over the mountain roll Satan bargins for your soul But the road that has no end Will lead you back again Back to the place you've been before The man who will lead you is knocking At your hearts door Though you've forgotten him And wondered away He still loves you even when you stray He'll free you from your fear He'll wipe away your tears He's shelter from the storm He'll keep you from all harm No matter what your guilty of He'll keep you in his love. Darlene Quarles This is What it Sounds Like When a Thug Cries Just look into my eyes; Tell me what you see. Boys die for belief Thugs dying for the love. A non-existing passion That no on but us can understand. To feel the power of being loved And the respect of standing proud. The feeling of controlling the world that has no control over its self. Colors & signs get us killed But they are everything we stand for with love & honor. Just pray we stop the hate And start the Thug love. By: Tony Kosiek THE HOMECOMING POEM COME MY CHILD AND TAKE MY HAND I'LL TAKE YOU TO THE PROMISED LAND I DIED FOR YOU AND ROSE AGAIN TO SAVE YOU FROM YOUR SINS AND PAIN COME WITH ME TO OUR FATHER'S PLACE WHERE ALL ARE FILLED WITH HEAVENLY GRACE THERE ARE NO TEARS OR SADNESS THERE ONLY JOY AND HAPPINESS EVERYWHERE YOUR WORK ON EARTH IS NOW COMPLETE IT'S TIME FOR OUR FATHER AND YOU TO MEET SWEET CHILD YOUR LIFE HAS ONLY JUST STARTED FROM THE MOMENT YOU AND THE EARTH DEPARTED SO COME NOW FRIEND THROUGH HEAVENS GATE YOUR SELFLESS LIFE WE WILL CELEBRATE ETERNAL LIFE IS YOUR JUST REWARD WITH YOUR FATHER AND YOUR LORD Copyright 2001 Jenny Cream Here on Earth Here on earth we have guilt, that strikes us with a pain so deep. Here on earth, we have fear, and there are words we can not speak. Here on earth we all try, to live day by day, Here on earth we can feel, but don't always know what to say. Here on earth some believe, there are worlds after this. Here on earth we don'y know, When we'll die and who we'll miss. So here on earth, we should all try, to appriciate those we surround, Because here on earth , they can leave us without a sound. Allison Not Knowing What the Word Love Is Until I Met You Love to me used to be just a word. I never knew what it meant. It was so strange believing that love was real. I seem to begin to realize what love is. Not knowing what the word love is until I met you. It feels so special in so many ways that it burns. With such a warm feeling and desire inside of fire I used to see movies where people were in love. Dreaming if this will ever happen to me. I believe love should be treasured and honored. Every time I hear your voice I begin to glow. Not knowing what the word love is until I met you. Love is so grand and unique. Even if the person you love is so far away, that love is still there within you. Love is strong that it deepens each day, and night. When I hear you laugh I laugh. When your down I'm also.down Not knowing what the word love is until I met you by anonymous poet Christmas Angel What a lonely old angel, she stumbles, wishing for a moment that she had wings. All she has is a bitter veil of madness and the mad fury of a wind with serpent's stings. Like a broken toy she's been discarded, and left beside life's thoroughfare. Just another old mother the busy world blinks and grins and pretends is not there. Christmas shoppers clog the street, pushing her aside with their intent hurry. She falls to her old, scabbed worn knees... Ah! She's clutter - so why worry? Snuggled in the mall, spotlighted and playing a tinny "Silent Night" is a creshe whose Savior is plastic, and whose painted eyes have no light. Old mother sees the baby, tears film her eyes. He looks so much like her grandchild...doesn't He? She will never know, she will never hold a precious child denied her for a son's anger and vanity. Darkness comes with the end of another profitable, busy Christmas shopping day. No one notices one old angel as she kneels in anguish before the creshe and prays. Left in that empty darkness, there is no one to stop her arms holding Him. His plastic cheeks now are rosy. His smile beams. He's no longer faded, drab and dim. Shoppers will find no old, unloved woman wandering in that confusing urban mall. But they WILL see an angel with a babe in her arms, smile radiating at one and all. by Sherry Asbury My Heart on a String Put me on a dusty shelf Say you were mistaken How casually you pinch my heart It seems I was forsaken My heart hangs so vulnerable Attached loosely to your piece of twine With careless breath it will sway Until I can call you mine Yet you tug my bleeding heart Up into the salt air Far above my 5 foot reach Far beyond what’s fair For this game has left behind Any rules of right and wrong My heart is pulled up, up and away Soon it will be gone Now there’s only a squint of hope As my heart still swings It looks down at the sidewalk cracks Anticipating your snip of the string The cracks are mouths opened wide Like mine, they desperately need To fall in love with you. My heart continues to bleed by heather It all here i read and write because it gives me piece of mind It helps me forget all this cities crime It helps me not to think about the wounds from where i got jumped And i forget about the money where i got bumped I live in a world of hatred and my wall are the only ones standing strong I have learend that people cant kill you You have to give up hope i have no dreams or aspirations at 14 i have an occupation i sell stocks my mom calls me smart as a whip but i want to be with my peers my life doesnt care about my tears my life has left me standing in somthing i dont want to do I remember once a long time ago that i wasnt known as a smart one but they just called me jon jones now i talk to clients all day long This is the life that many want to live but for me it just went wrong -A+ "The Life Of A Soldier" "As you here the siren" "Your mind goes blank" "That's when you see the tank of iron" "And when your heart just sank" "As you wonder from day to day" "When your gonna die" "Then see your friend" "And scream why,why,why" "China is invading" "Your heading into war" "Through the water your wading" "While wondering who your doing this for" "Then you think of your family" "A wife and a son" "As you think, something's pointing at me" "Then you see the gun" "Your legs began to tremble" "Wondering if it's the end" "The bullet's small as a thimble" "Then your life takes a bend" "Now in front of thousands of people" "You say it was a honor" "A kid screams it must of been cool" "To be a soldier in the war" by Anonymous Poet I Breath In I breath in and exhale my cry that lies beneath my souls eye I wonder if i were more vain your love would unfold your hearts pain take me there take me there rapture and water fields of gray take me to that place where your heart will allow me to stay i feel though I'm a thousand miles away I will not judge for I am bare too i stand naked in the eyes of you Could this world provoke the truth that remains pure ...seemingly makes us unsure i will not stand before the day where pain leads the way even if I can't have you near my love for you keeps you here I still close my eyes and exhale the cries wishing you'd still take me there rapture and water fields of gray where your heart would allow mine to stay..... by Anonymous Poet From Grandma,With Love 
I see you on the ultra sound, and though you're very small, I feel that I must tell you, How very much you're loved. You are a very precious gift, sent with so much joy, Will you be a girl, or could you be a boy? You seem as if you're floating, as the angels do. It will be so exciting, to catch a glimpse of you. It is such a miracle, to have you on the way. When you come into this world, I've lots of things to say. I wanted you to know how much, Love I have for you. I'll hold you in my arms, like Grandma's love to do. I'll rock you in the rocking chair, and sing you lullabies, snuggle you and hold you, and comfort when you cry. Although I must be patient, and wait until your birth, I felt that I must tell you, how very much you're worth. There's not a number high enough, you are worth more than gold. Although you are not born yet, my heart you have to hold. I will give my love to you, and you give yours to me. I will be the very best Grandma, you will see! Love Always, Your Grandma Author: Karen Terry Copyright © 1995 You’re the one I run to |
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